Tomorrow

                He was going to be all that a mortal should be
                Tomorrow.
                A friend who was troubled and weary he knew,
                Who'd be glad of a lift and who needed it, too;
                On him he would call and see what he could do
                Tomorrow.
                Each morning he stacked up the letters he'd write
                Tomorrow.
                And thought of the folks he would fill with delight
                Tomorrow.
                It was too bad, indeed, he was busy today. And hadn't a minute to stop on his way; More time he would have to give others, he'd say,
                Tomorrow.
                The greatest of workers this man would have been
                Tomorrow.
                The world would have known him, had he ever seen
                Tomorrow.
                But the fact is he died and he faded from view, and all that he left here when living was through, was a mountain of things he intended to do
                Tomorrow.

                  By ~~~ Edgar Guest

                 

                 

                Living On SOMEDAY I'LL

                  There is an Island fantasy,
                A SOMEDAY I'LL, we'll never see;
                When recession stops, inflation ceases,
                our mortgage is paid, our pay increases.
                That SOMEDAY I'LL where problems end;
                Where evey piece of mail is from a friend;
                Where we all retire at forty-one
                playing backgammon in the island sun.
                Most unhappy people look to tomorrow
                to erase this day's hardship and sorrow.
                They put happiness on "lay away"
                and struggle through a blue today.
                But happiness cannot be sought.
                It can't be earned; it can't be bought.
                Life's most important revelation
                is that the journey means more than the destination.
                Happiness is where you are right now,
                pushing a pencil or pushing a plow,
                going to school or standing in line,
                watching and waiting, or tasting the wine.
                If you live in the past, you become senile.
                If you live in the future, you're on SOMEDAY I'LL.
                The fear of results is procrastination.
                The joy of today is a celebration.
                You can save, you can slave, trudging mile after mile.
                But you'll never set foot on your SOMEDAY I'LL.
                When you've paid all your dues and put in your time,
                out of nowhere comes another Mt. Everest to climb.
                From this day forward, make it your vow -
                take SOMEDAY I'LL and make it yours Now!

                Author Unknown

                 

                 

                Special Thoughts

                May God make your life a happy one - Not by shielding you from all sorrow and pain, but by strengthening you to bear it if it comes.

                Not by making your path easy, but by making you sturdy enough to tread any path.

                Not by taking hardships from you, but by taking all cowardice and fear from your heart as you meet hardships.

                Not by granting you unbroken sunshine, but by keeping your face bright even in the shadows.

                Not by making your life always pleasant, but by showing you where man and his cause need you most and by making you zealous to be there and to help.

                Not by keeping you from every battle, but by bringing you off every field more than conqueror through Christ, Who loves you.

                By ~~~ Cleland B. Mcafee

                 

                 

                Art of Danny Hahlbohm
                used with permission

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